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  Sep 2016 Ben At93
Sobriquet
You were taken from me before we were born
and so I floated and grew alone in a room for two dreaming of moons and sunlight

What are you if you are a twin,
but never had the chance to be one?

I'm half of a whole made up of two people
but now I am  all of what is left,
with a ghost
hidden in my peripherals  

Sometimes I feel I am the moon,
the moon and lunar tides
which means you must've been the sun and shores
to tie me to the earth

Because when I am alone, you are the phantom beside me reminding me of warmth,
and you are the unexplained loss I feel
standing in the sun
I had a twin brother who died in the womb.
  Sep 2016 Ben At93
SG Holter
Though the days still carry our
Memories of Summer, nights
Now promise elseness.  

Inside, parts of my confused
Self long for icy blue skies,
Air so crisp you can

Crunch it between your
Teeth and your love
For Norway.

Other parts long for the
Midsummer sun of a body
Chasing anything arctic

Away with the swift brush
Of a slim hand finding
A face it loves

In the dark. Arctic. Ice blood.
Snow flesh. Wanting nothing;
None closer than

Outside.
I don't want to love right now.
Just to get snowed in alone,

Hoping for the sound of
A shovel, yet wishing it would
Miss my heart

By the breadth of a hairline
Fracture in
Something frozen

**** well
Nearly solid, yet
Breathing;

Basking in
Sub-zero
Solitude.
  Sep 2016 Ben At93
Afrodita Nestor
Nothing lasts
nothing, Love
all is dust
all is, Love

Woke up hoping
morning flames
dozed off hopeless
with no name

Day by day
all the same
blinding light
drunken game

I try to be
try so hard
caught inside
have no luck

I know I can
you say so
but cannot take
another blow

So whisper gently
in my ear
what I want
so bad to hear

Whisper gently
let me breathe
to hear your voice
is all I need

Nothing lasts
nothing, Love
all is dust
all but us
Copyright Afrodita Nestor (inspired by the words of a dancing soul I came across)
  Sep 2016 Ben At93
Emma Elisabeth Wood
I'll be brave this time,
as I remember

you. Memories folded
into my mind like

love letters stashed
under a bed.

I am a coward, though
and I am unashamed to

cry. Unabashedly run
my own fingers through

my hair. As if recreating
a moment can bring it back

to life. Second hand kisses
that linger, like sugar on my

lips. I did not ask for
forever. No, nor plan for

it. I just wanted one last fix
of you, as your *****

chases my dragons away
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